Rip Her to Shreds

I dreamed an idea for a TV show last night. It felt so good that someone popped into the dream and asked me who I was in love with to be having such good ideas. In the dream I refused to say what the idea was in case someone stole it. Really it was just a title and a feeling. It's called Rip Her to Shreds after the Blondie song. I think all that happens really is that women go on the show wearing outfits they think they look great in and invited guests do their best to make them doubt the wisdom of their choice. It might work best with American outfit-wearers and British guests. Americans are world class at projecting self-confidence, and the British are world class at putting people in their place. I'm wondering how you measure who wins. Maybe you could get a team of body language experts to scrutinise the outfit-wearers for signs of insecurity. Or maybe you could have some kind of sensor measuring stress levels. It would need a skillful moderator to police the border between criticism and cruelty. What you'd need is a stand up comedian who's skilled at dealing with hecklers to put the critics in their place if they went too far.